by Surosree Chaudhuri | May 13, 2023 | 2023 March, Flash Fiction
Gerry from over the road has married his car. ‘It’s a beautiful colour,’ Julia tells him at the coronation party. ‘I hope you make each other very happy.’ ‘Thank you,’ says Gerry. ‘It’s a burnt orange, the colour.’ Then a little smile. ‘It’s what I named her after,...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | May 13, 2023 | 2023 February, Poetry
We walk upside down I have never seen your face detached from your body detached from itself this piece of face which is nothing this piece which is a mask which is a death mask I have never seen death here is the mask detached from the face placed on the table it is...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Mar 21, 2023 | 2023 February, Poetry
which is all of you [ ] which is all of me grand p[ape]r...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Mar 21, 2023 | 2023 February, Poetry
i had a dream about you and strawberries. not real strawberries: the sour, pimpled berries that are never quite sold ripe i mean their fanciful cousins: the pink, poreless fruits who flood instagram aesthetic pages. because in dreams you can have anything you wish and...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Mar 21, 2023 | 2023 January, Poetry
I want to Bernie me own corpse for one last stand when all the stakes are gone. I want to hoist my arms to my legs and my legs to my arms, rolling round tied and bound through eachother to my core. Set up, propped up, a puppet cut free and tangled hanged and whole....